Father Ignatius tries not to get involved with politics or speak
directly about politics. But what do you do as a priest when politics
gets involved with you?
There he was one morning enjoying his
usual breakfast of hot coffee and ginger marmalade on toast when Mrs
Davenport, the housekeeper, came in and put the morning mail on the
table beside him. She then sat down at the table and poured herself some
tea.
“Hmmm…” said Father Ignatius as he finished his breakfast,
“that top envelope looks a bit officious to me. It bears the mark of the
Local Authority. I wonder what they want.”
Moments later he sat
at his office and opened the brown envelope first. It was a letter from
someone who called himself “Senior Noise Pollution Engineer”.
“I wonder what a Junior Noise Pollution Engineer does;” thought the priest, “concern himself with whispers and murmurs perhaps.”
The
main point of the letter was that the Local Authority had decided to
stop St Vincent Church from ringing its bells on Sundays, weddings and
funerals. In fact, to stop ringing the bells altogether.
Apparently
this particular engineer had “carried out audiometric tests in the park
opposite the church and it transpired that an excessive number of
decibels had been recorded on several occasions when the church bells
were ringing. The decision had therefore been taken to discontinue bell
ringing altogether.”
The priest continued reading:
“Whilst
the establishment in question has the right to appeal against this
decision it is pointed out that this would be in vain unless there was
evidence of extenuating circumstances as to why the practice of bell
ringing should continue.”
“Where do they learn to write like that?” thought the priest as he prayed silently for God’s help and advice.
Having
decided to appeal against the decision, Father Ignatius prayed daily
whilst awaiting the day of the hearing, which was to take place at the
Town Hall. In the meantime, he decided not to tell Father Donald or Mrs
Davenport about the letter. Not for now at least.
On the day in
question he arrived at the Town Hall and was led to a Conference Room on
the second floor. There sitting opposite him, facing him across the
table, were five stern faced people who would hear his appeal.
After a few polite introductions he was asked by the author of the letter what was the basis of his appeal.
“Well
…” said Father Ignatius hesitantly, “I am not sure what you consider as
extenuating circumstances, as you say in your letter, Mr Wall.
“St
Vincent Church was built almost sixty years ago and it has rang its
bells ever since. The bells themselves are about three hundred years old
and were salvaged from a monastery which stood on that very site
centuries ago. It is traditional to ring the bells on Sundays, weddings
and funerals; also at Christmas and Easter.”
“Tradition is no
reason for the status quo,” interrupted Mr Wall harshly, “where would we
be if we relied on tradition? They’d be no progress at all; and we’d
still have the horse and cart.”
The other bureaucratic robots at the table laughed quietly.
“What
… what I meant to say,” continued the priest politely, “is that people
expect to hear the church bells. Has anyone complained, may I ask?”
“No
one has complained …” replied Mr Wall whilst the other men continued
writing, “but then if we were to wait for complaints nothing would ever
get done. We must be proactive in order to protect the public.”
This seemed to amuse the other four bureaucrats who no doubt worked for Mr Wall.
Father Ignatius was struggling.
“What
I’d like to suggest …” he continued, “what if we were to ask the people
living near the church whether they think the church bells are too
noisy?”
“We can’t expect the public to know what’s good for them
…” said Mr Wall authoritatively, “if we had to listen to the public then
there would be no need for the Noise Pollution Department of this Local
Authority. We are here to decide on behalf of the public; not to listen
to them.”
The priest felt as if he was losing the argument.
“This man is living up to his name,” he thought, “it’s like talking to a
brick wall. He is determined to silence the bells at all cost. Dear
God, help me!”
Father Ignatius took off his glasses and started
cleaning them. He felt droplets of sweat building up on his forehead. He
asked God silently for inspiration.
“It’s very hot in here …” he said putting his glasses back on, “can we open a window perhaps?”
Mr Wall nodded and the man sitting at the end of the table got up and opened the window.
It
seems that God was listening to His priest on that day. As soon as the
window was opened the noise from the traffic outside drowned their
speech in the room.
“Is it always this noisy?” asked Father Ignatius.
“Yes it is …” mumbled Mr Wall, “we can’t do a thing about it … that’s why we keep the windows shut.”
Before the priest could say another word a train passed by the railway station next door.
Clackety
clack … clackety clack … clackety clack went the train noisily for a
full minute or so as its wheels rattled slowly on the metal rails. And
for good measure, it blew its whistle as it left the station; as if to
register its own personal disapproval of the bureaucrats sitting there.
As the noise abated a little, it was obvious that God had not finished yet.
Because at that precise moment the clock at the top of the Town Hall started to strike 12o’clock.
At this point the man by the window shut it quickly, but they had to
wait until the last chime of the clock before speaking again.
“That’s a beautiful sound …” said Father Ignatius, “I can hear it from my church and I often set my watch to it …”
“Yes we’re proud of it …” replied Mr Wall, “it’s a traditional chime and …”
Father Ignatius smiled as Mr Wall realized what he had just said.
“Well…
I think we can conclude this hearing …” said Mr Wall firmly, “we’ve
considered your case fully and it has been decided to withdraw the Local
Authority’s Notice requiring St Vincent Church to desist from ringing
its bells. Your appeal has been successful Father.”
The priest
left the Town Hall praising God and floating on air … and he hasn’t
heard from Mr Wall or his Noise Pollution Department ever since.
… And the bells are still ringing …